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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.