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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.