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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.