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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.