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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.