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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.