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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.