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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.