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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
This Heat,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Brick,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.