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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.