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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.