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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.