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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.