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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.