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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Organ,
Josef K,
X-102,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.