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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.