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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.