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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
The Slits,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.