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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.