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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
JFA,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.