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 Gambia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.