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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.