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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.