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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.