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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.