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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.