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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.