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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 John Coltrane 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.