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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.