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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 MC5 to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Cameo,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.