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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
The Index,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.