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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.