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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.