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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.