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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.