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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.