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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
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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.