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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Audionom,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.