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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Japan,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.