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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.