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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
CMW,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.