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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Index,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.