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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
UT,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.