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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Wings to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.