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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.