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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.