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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.