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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.