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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Sparks,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.