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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.