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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
New Order,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.