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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.