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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Organ,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.