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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.