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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.