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 Greece 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.