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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.