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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.