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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Can,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.