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 Nicaragua 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.