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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.