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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.