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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.