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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rekid to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Brick,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.