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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.