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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.