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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.