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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.