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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.