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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.