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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.