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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.