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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.