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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Icehouse,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Visage,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.