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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.