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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Shoche,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.