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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.