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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.