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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.