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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.