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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.