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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.