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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.