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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.