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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.