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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Nico,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.