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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.