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 Monaco 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
X-102,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.