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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.