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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.