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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.