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 Paraguay 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.