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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
X-101,
World's Most,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.