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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.