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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
June Days,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.