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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.