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 Finland 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Can,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.