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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.