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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.