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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.