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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.