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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.