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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Organ,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Sparks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.