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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.