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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Scion,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.