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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.