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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.