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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sheep to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Qualms,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.