Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.