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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.