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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Excepter,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.