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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.