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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Index,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.