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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Japan,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.