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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.