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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.