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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.