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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Dark Day,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.