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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
UT,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.