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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic 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 Angels of Light to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.