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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.