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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.