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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Q65,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.