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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.