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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Manchester and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.