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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.