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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.