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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Raincoats to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.