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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.