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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.