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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Busters to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.