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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
cv313,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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.