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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Franke,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Mars,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.