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 Benin 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.