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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 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 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 The Moody Blues to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.