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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.