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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.