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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Pole,
Q65,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.