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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.