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 India and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.