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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Technova,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.