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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.