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 Gambia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.