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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Nas,
the Slits,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.