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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.