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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.