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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
New Order,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.