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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.