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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Gun Club to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
UT,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.