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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Q65,
New Order,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.