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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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?
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.