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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.