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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.