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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Hashim,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.