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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.