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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Swans,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
The Names,
PIL,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.