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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.