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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.