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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.