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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.