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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.