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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.