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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.