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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.