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 Togo 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.