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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.