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 Syria 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.