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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lalann 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.