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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.