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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.