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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.