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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Ludus,
ABC,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.