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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Skarface to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.