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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.