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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.