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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
UT,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.