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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
The Saints,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.