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 Turkey 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Q65,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.