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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.