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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.