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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hoover to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
cv313,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.