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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Pole,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.