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 France and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.