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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.