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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.