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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.