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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.