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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.