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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
PIL,
The Slits,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.