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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.