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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.