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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Pole,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.