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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.