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 Chad 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.