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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
X-101,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.