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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.