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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.