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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 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 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.