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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 ABC to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.