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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Franke,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.