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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.