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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Ronan,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.