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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Jawbox 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.