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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.