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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
the Association,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.