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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Urselle,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
This Heat,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.