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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.