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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.