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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.