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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.