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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.