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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.