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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Icehouse 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.