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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.