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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
AZ,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.