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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.