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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.