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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.