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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.