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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s 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 Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.