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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.