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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.