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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.