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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.