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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.