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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Fear,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.