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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.