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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.