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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.