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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.