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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.