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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.