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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.