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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.