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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.