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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.