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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.