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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.