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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.