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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.