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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.