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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Can,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.