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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.