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 China and from Spokane.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.