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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.