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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.