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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.