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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.