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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
UT,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.