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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.