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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.