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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.