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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Cymande 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.