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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.