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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.