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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.