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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Index,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.