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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.