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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Scion,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.