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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
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.