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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.