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 Canada 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.