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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.