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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.