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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.