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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.