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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.