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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.