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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.