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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.