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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.