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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.