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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.