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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.