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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Little Man,
Gong,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.