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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.