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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 American Breed to the jazz 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.