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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.