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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.