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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.