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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.