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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.