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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
X-101,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.