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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.