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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.