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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.