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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.