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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.