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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Television,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.