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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.