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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.