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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
The Fall,
The Evens,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.