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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.