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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.