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 Cape Verde 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.