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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.