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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.