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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.