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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Names,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Can,
AZ,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.