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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Fear,
The Remains,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Swans,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.