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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Ludus,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.