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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.