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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Fortunes to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
CMW,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.