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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.