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 Fiji and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.