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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Wings,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.