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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.