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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.