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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Brick,
X-102,
Suicide,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.