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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Gong,
Hashim,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.