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 Iran and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Alton Ellis to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.