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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.