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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.