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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.