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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.