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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
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.