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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
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.