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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.