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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Wake to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.