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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.