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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 MDC to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.