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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.