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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.