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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
New Order,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Television,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.