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 Cape Verde 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Faust,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.