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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.