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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.