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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rakim to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Qualms 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.