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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.