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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.