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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.