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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.