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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.