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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX 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?
Brick,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.