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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield 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?
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.