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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.