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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.