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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.