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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Scion,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.