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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Faust,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.