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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Associates,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.