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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.