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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.