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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Pole,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.