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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Modern Lovers 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.