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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.