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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Arcadia 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.