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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.