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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.