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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.