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 Georgia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.