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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Doors 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.