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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Monks,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.