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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
UT,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.