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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.