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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blackbyrds to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.