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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.