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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Beau Brummels to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.