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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Whodini,
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.