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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.