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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.