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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.