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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.