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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.