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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.