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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.