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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.