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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.