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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.