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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.