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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.