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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.