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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Roxette,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Television,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.