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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.