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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
June Days,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.