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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
JFA,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.