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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
ABBA,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.