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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius 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?
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.