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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Smog,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.