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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.