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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.