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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.