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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.