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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.