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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Adolescents 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
JFA,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.