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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Magma to the funk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Wire,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.