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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
UT,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.