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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.