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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Brick to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.