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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 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 Victims to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.