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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
The Names,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.