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 Algeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.