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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 The Gladiators to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.