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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.