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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.