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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.