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 United Kingdom 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 Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
The Move,
Scion,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.