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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.