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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
June Days,
Symarip,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.