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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.