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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Can,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.