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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.