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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.