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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Saints 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.