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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.