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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.