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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.