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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.