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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.