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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.