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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.