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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 David Bowie 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 Smoke to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.