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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.