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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.