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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.