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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.