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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
This Heat,
The Move,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.