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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.