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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.