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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.