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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Wings,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
The Associates,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.