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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.