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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.