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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.