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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.