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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.