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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.