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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Brick to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.