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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.