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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.