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 Papua New Guinea 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.