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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.