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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.