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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.