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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.