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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.