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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
CMW,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.