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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.