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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
MDC,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.