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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.