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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Unwound,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.