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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.