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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.