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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.