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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.