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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.