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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.