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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
The Busters,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.