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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Television,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Index,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.