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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Japan,
Nico,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.