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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Magma,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.