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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.