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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.