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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.