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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.