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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.