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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.