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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.