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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.