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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.