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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Television,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
X-101,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.