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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.