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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.