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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.