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 Mozambique 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.