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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.