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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.