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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Television,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.