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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.