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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.