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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.