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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.