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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Faust,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.