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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.