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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Japan,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.