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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.