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 China and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.