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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.