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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.