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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.