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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
MDC,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.