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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.