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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.