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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.