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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Fear,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.