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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Organ,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.