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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.