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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.