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 Croatia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.