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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Pylon,
Gong,
June of 44,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.