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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.