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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
X-102,
DNA,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.