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 China and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Mars,
Index,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
June of 44,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.