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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.