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 Philippines 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.