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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Slits to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.