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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Fear,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.