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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Index,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.