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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.