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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.