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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.