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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.