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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.