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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Scion,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.