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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.