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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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.