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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.