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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.