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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.