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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.