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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.