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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.